Daily British Whig (1850), 9 Feb 1922, p. 9

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x ¥ ey of My - i ar fh & oe = 'Louise Groody, the Dancer, Who Consoled the Fair Owner When the Diamonds Disappeared. EN fascinating Jeanne Eagels, all kinds of a star. tripped down the gangplank of a transatlantic liner, ship news reporters gave her an ap Jreciative squint, noted the latest cut in skirts, and then asked one another why Miss Eagels somehow seemed "dir. ferent." It wasn't her face--pink and piquant 88 ever, It wasnt her mapner--she bubbled about hér wonderful time abroad. Nor her chi¢ frock nor her dashing hat. But she did lack something--ah' the ship mews sleuths observed that Miss Eagles, famous for her taste in shimmering jew- elry, wore not a single bauble. A slight omission, but--there might be a story in it. For when Miss Eagels salled for Eu rope a few weeks before, she had rather dazzled the boys by her gorgeous and her $30,000 rope of diamonds. ' y necklace? Oh. behave'" But keen eyes caught a flush on Miss Eagels' cheeks, and casual inquiry at the Customs revealed no necklace, taxed or exempted. "There were some platinum rings," re- the inspector, "that is, wrecks of All crushed up like a steam-roller : Alem She said it was somebody's feet =--musta been big feet, I'll tell the world. No duty--it happened when she went over. You're welcome, boys." And there the story might have died if the notion of those crus rings and the missing necklace hadn't persistently the curiosity of the ship news gang. | And when the ship news gang began to in. 4 i '» terview a few of the people who crossed to France with Jeanne Eagels, they un- earthed a sea mystery as baffling as the story of the Flying Dutchman or any other ocean legend. and much more romantic. They located the necklace--after a fash- The Steamship "La France." Its Promenade Deck Was the Scene of the Mystery. fon. It ia somewhere at the *002y bottom of the Atlantic 'or adorning a mermaid, or reposing in the lining of some fish not too choosy about his diet And they confirmed what happened to the rings It was feet--feet furiously jumping up and down-- that cracked them and crushed them and ground them into the promenade deck e steamship La France. But what t ip news repor- fers can't find®®out--and what a lot of Broadway gossipers would like to know-is: whose hand plucked the necklace from Miss Eagels' slim throat and 'flung it forty fathoms deep. and whose feet performed the clog on Miss Bagels' other sparklers? More amd rir gly mysterious still, what could possibly have been the idea of making anyone mad enough to fling a fortune to the fishes and cut his patent leather pumps all up, kicking dia- moi around? Miss Eagels, it is established, was the center of a gay little group aboard La France There was Clifton Webb, the dancer, and Clitton Webb's mother, and Louise Groody, another Broadway star. And thers also was sailing at the last minute, Jimmy Audi tore, New York's "millionaire stevedore," as bluff and democra- tic as when he used to shov: banana crates along the East River docks, before he built a fortune out of the busiess, Much of the gayely, say observing pas. fengers, was contributed by Mr Auditore, who was an old friend of Miss Eagels and who had & spacious stateroom and a phonograph and a pleasant habit of invit. ing ev rybody to a party after the steamer got well out to sea. It was early one morning after such a merrymaking that Miss Eagels decided to take a stroll. Just what happened above decks then, only the stars and the sea know. Unless you count Miss Eagels and the mysterious Jeanne Eagels--at the Threshold of Her Artistic Career. owner of the hands and feet that did such dreadful things to all her Tiffany pretties. But, below decks a few minutes later, 9» 5 shriek of surprise. For there stood Jeanne Eagels, a picture--hair streaming, cheeks burning, eyes blazing, lips moving but saying nothing. "Is 1t a wreck?" gasped Miss Groody. But it wasn't a wreck--of ships, any way. Occupants of neighbor staterooms, ys Kiacé Overboard? A Deep-Sea Mystery of Just What Happened After the Gay Little Midnight Party (0) Thomes Payton. necklace! Jerked them on them and stamped e I was 8 sack of something and jerked ihe necklace right off my neck and thew t overboard! He threw it overboard--my an a mur. And that was all the ship news report. ers got, too, when they began their little investigation, 7 So the fair Jeanne is mourning the loss of her glittering trinkets right now, though not mourning very hard, appar ently, for diamonds or no diamonds she is making bewildering social appear 'nces in New York as though nothing had happgned to mar the serenity of her young life. Atithe Sixty Club dances in the Rits, into which the story of the far-flung necklace has trickled, no- body bothers-even to express sym- pathies, for Miss Bagels is the most admired of the beautiful women there, and her slender neck is attractive enough without any trimmings. /Miss Groody, who recently got her divorce and announced her en- gagement to a Wall Street broker, tine Ziggles Wha asked about the mark episode, s never talks for publication. -y Miss Eagels, with a pretty frown, says it is deplorable that a girl can't be asso- ciated with the

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